I’m letting you all in on my secret weapon. This salsa is delicious. I’m not gonna say much else because it’s gonna speak for itself. My mom gave me this recipe a long time ago and it has become one of my favorite salsa’s to always have on hand at home and my husband’s favorite. Even a few people at my work know it well and request it for potlucks. This salsa can get very spicy so I am listing…
I’ve finally had it. The number of tiny stuffed animals in my house is too damn high! They’re in my kid’s toy bin, in the kitchen, in the living room. Don’t even get me started on my car. There is a family of adorable chihuahuas (or maybe kittens, can never tell) living in there. Beanie Babies. New and improved versions of my own childhood classics. There’s an evil marketing ploy at most businesses we frequent, they have targeted my 3…
I felt on top of the world. I was getting used to the new routine of having 2 children, I had successfully gone back to work and managed to not look a mess (most days anyway), I was cooking a pretty balanced meal most days of the week to leave my family while I left to work the late evening shift, my home was starting to look like I put in some effort. I was calm, cool, and collected…
I’ve been wanting to set up a little herb garden on my bay window shelf in the kitchen since we moved in. I finally got the stuff together and after a little research, some trial and error plus a lot of praying my project wouldn’t end up on some Pinterest fail page, I’m finished! And loved the result. Materials: 3 small pots and medium saucers (I like the bigger saucers to keep dirt and leaves that may fall off…
I am finding more and more signs that my baby girl is not so much my baby girl anymore. Some signs are subtle and expected. I fully prepared myself for some things that obviously had to happen around this stage. She is 3, she is potty trained (and did this mostly on her own), she hit the ‘I’ll do it myself” stage ages ago, she likes to put on her own shoes, likes to climb into the carseat on her…
We have a little Sunday Morning routine in our home. We sleep in, play with the kiddos in our bed for a little while after they wake up, then… pancake breakfast. I make them on other days occasionally but I try to make Sunday mornings a constant thing we do together. Why Sunday? It’s the only morning Hubs and I are both off together and I’m not home for dinner most days, so we don’t really have too many chances…
My job fascinates people. Most people have the same questions when they find out what I do. Is it exciting? Is it scary? Do you hear horrible stuff every day? My personal favorite, What’s the worst call you’ve ever taken? I usually try not to discuss specifics with people, I give the general standard issue answer to most of these, something along the lines of “Yes, its very fun and fulfilling. No, I try…
WARNING This is gonna be one of “those” posts. You have been advised, proceed at your own discretion. I am turning 30 this year. Yep, the big 30. Anybody even 6 months older will scoff and say, “You’re still a baby”. Anyone younger will nod along and pretend like they still consider me part of their age group. My youngest sister, my own flesh and blood, thinks I’m old, and I am only one person-who-can-ride-a-bike older than her! I’m not…
Like a large majority of the population in this country, I have a problem, a codependent relationship. His name is Target, and we can’t quit each other. It wouldn’t be so much of a problem if you took out the financial ruin aspect of our relationship. Yes, Target takes, takes, takes… but it gives so much more. When I manage to sneak a solo trip in, I am actually a happier person, a better ‘Me’ you could almost say. All…
After years of renting, the same non air conditioned place I might add, the Hubs and I are finally taking the plunge into home ownership. This is a nerve-wrecking and exciting time for our little family. We are moving from the only place we’ve called home for the past 7 years. It’s where we first moved in together, where we planned our wedding, where we first brought our babies home to. As bittersweet as leaving the familiar is, I am…